She may hold me tight in her arms
but, like an arctic wolf, I wander through the cold.
She may hold me dear in her heart
but, like an asteroid, I circle in the dark.
Why do I know that I was born
and that am alive and will no longer be?
Could I not, otherwise, indulge her fantasy
and whisper sweet nothings in the warmth of her neck
without lies, regrets, misgivings and fear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Becuase you are such a genuine man for you can not lie and pretend. I know that you do not love her man! 'Like an arctic wolf, I wander throught the cold' Well, it is new to me for I am from the Indian ocean. Are you from the Nothern hemisphere my freind? Thank you so much and I like your short but menaingful poetry.